Disclaimer: I don not
own Harry Potter or any related characters. They all belong to J. K.
Rowling.

Warning: Femslash
basically.

Pairing: Hermoine/Pansy

A/N: Hey again. Never
thought you would see me so soon again, did you. Don't worry, I'm
just as surprised that I didn't take six months for my next story.
I think you guys are really helping with my procrastination problem.
Those reviews on my last story really made me happy. I even updated
my profile (YAY me -). Ne way enough of my praise and on with the
story.

Sayonara Solitia

"Hermoine, she's a death eater. I saw the
dark mark myself."

I couldn't get Ron's
words out of my head. I had always suspected, but never asked. Now I
had to know for sure. I had to hear it from her lips. I'd already
checked the dungeons, classrooms, and my own room. Now I stood in the
great hall, looking up at the enchanted ceiling. It was pouring rain
and rain clouds were blocking the sun completely, leaving the castle
in a dark gloom. There was a flash of lightning followed immediately
by a crack of thunder, so loud that it shook my insides.

"Hermoine face it. She's just using you to get
to us, to Harry. She doesn't care about you. She's just using
you." "What Ron is trying to say is that she's only using you
as a means to an end." "That's right Harry, because anything
Slytherin is automatically connected to you in some kind of plot or
evil scheme." "Moine please. Why can't you see that she's
nothing but a slimy snake? She's not capable of feelings, much less
love." "And you are?"

I closed my eyes
against the memory. I hadn't meant to be so harsh. I just wanted
him to stop talking about her that way. She was capable of feelings
and love, as she had exhibited time and time again to me. I made my
way towards the courtyards.

"I'm more capable of loving than that bitch
is." "Whoa Weasel, take it easy or you might blow a blood
vessel." "Speak of the devil and she shall appear." " Ouch
Potter, that hurt." "Is it true?" "Yeah, you owe her truth if
anything else." "I don't owe her anything." "Would you?"
"I wouldn't tell a filthy Mudblood like you the name of my cat,
much less anything significant. Even if my life depended on it."

I gasped for air as I
felt a sharp tug at my heart. The memory had hurt just as much as the
actual event. I didn't mean to push her in front of the others. I
didn't mean for it to go that far. After that, she just left.

"Are you going to tell me that she actually
loves you? That's the way she shows you her love." "Its a lot
more love than I ever got from you." "Moine…" "No! I love
her and I will be by her side no matter what!"

I began to run a little
faster. I'd been outside for a while now and was about to give up
when I saw her. Pansy Parkinson stood in the center of the closed off
courtyard, watching my every move. I noticed that she was caressing
her forearm. I stepped from under the archway and into the pouring
rain. Our eyes locked as I made my way towards her. She didn't say
anything as I took her right hand and brought it to my cheek. I
sighed when she ran her thumb over my lips.

I let my eyes slide
shut as she pressed her lips gently against mine. I knew she didn't
mean it, but my eyes remained shut, as she began to speak. "I
didn't mean what I said, any of it. You believe me don't you…?
Hermoine."

I opened my eyes to
see her scowling. If it weren't for the worried look in her eyes, I
would've thought she was mad at me. Instead of answering her
question, I dragged my nail down her left forearm and got the
reaction I was looking for. She shuddered slightly and her eyes
flashed. I began to caress her arm gently with my thumb. "Why
didn't you tell me?" I asked. She sighed and closed her eyes
enjoying my caresses. Her reaction to my caresses completely caught
me by surprise. Her breathing became slightly shallow and uneven and
when she opened her eyes, they were half lidded and a shade darker.

"I didn't want to,
not now anyway. I didn't want this to be a factor in our
relationship."

I felt a giddy in my
stomach at the fact that she felt that their relationship was more
important, but I was still disappointed.

"You should have told
me as soon as it happened." "Would it have mattered?"

I looked away from her
eyes and to where I was caressing her arm. I couldn't see anything
through the rain, but I could feel her muscles tense and relax with
each stroke, and there was a slight heat coming from where I was sure
the dark mark was located. "Tell me you love me?" I hated that my
voice sounded needy, but I had to know.

"I love you." She
said without a moment's hesitation, which made me snap my head up
to see if she was being serious.

Her gaze was so
unbidden with emotion including love that I pulled her into a searing
kiss. Never one to fall behind, she fell into the kiss shoving her
tongue into my mouth and wrapping her arms around my waist. Her
tongue coiled around mine, stroking and sucking all at once. It was
all too much for me and I pulled out of the kiss, sucking in some
much needed air.

"No it wouldn't
have mattered." I whispered breathlessly.

She smiled at me and
brought her lips to mine in a soft touch. I felt so overwhelmed by
the gentleness of that kiss that I began to feel lightheaded. I don't
know how she did it but the next thing I know is that we are in my
room. I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, wearing only my underwear,
and she's standing before me in all her glory, clad only in her
underwear. Her breath was a little more than uneven and her entire
body was completely flushed. My eyes landed on her forearm.

I grabbed it gently and
brought it to my lips. I closed my eyes as I began to kiss it
softly. "Hermoine…" she sighed and somewhere in the back of my
head, I registered that it was my name she was saying so desperately.
It was as if my without my name to express her emotions, she would
fall into a million pieces.

I opened my eyes and
looked up to see her with her eyes closed as she tried to control her
breathing. I didn't want that though, I wanted her inhibited.

My tongue darted out
and slowly licked the spot I had been kissing. She hissed and her
eyes snapped open to lock with mine. Her eyes were a flurry of
emotion, passion, desire, ecstasy, and most of all, love. I let my
tongue slide over her smooth skin again. She gasped and he entire
body tensed but she never took her eyes off of me. I let my gaze
fall and licked her arm again, this time applying more pressure.

My licks became more
feverant as my tongue probed her skin, coaxing the Dark Mark to
appear. She was moaning now, completely lost in the sensations I was
causing her. I could feel the heat under my tongue grow more and
more.

She slid her fingers
into my hair, grasped my head and tugged a little. I turned to look
at her and before I knew what was going on, her lips were on mine in
a ferocious kiss. Her tongue filled my mouth as she pushed me back
onto the bed. I pulled my head back, gasping for the air she had
sucked right out of me.

Not missing a beat, she
latched onto my ear, licking, biting, and sucking. I moaned loudly
and she began to maneuver me towards the center of the bed. "After
you have received the Dark Mark, Professor Snape gives you a potion
to conceal it…" she began to whisper hotly into my ear "… but
that alone isn't enough. You must have a great amount of restraint
and control in order to keep it hidden."

Her hand began to
lightly travel the expanse of my skin, teasing me as only she could.
I arched into her touch, waiting for her to continue. "I have next
to no restraint when I'm around you and when you do things like
that…" she took my mouth in another breathtaking kiss "…I
lose what little rational thought or control I have left." She said
kissing along my jaw and down my throat.

That's when I noticed
the skull with a snake moving within it, hissing at me. "And I
assure you…" she whispered against my collarbone, pulling my
attention away from the Dark Mark that was seeping out of her arm
like thick black ink through parchment, "…I'm going to make you
lose just as much control." And as she bit down hard and tongued
the bruise that began to appear, I truly believed that she was going
to drive me insane.

She was on the verge of
sleep, and I was right there with her, but before I could sleep
peacefully, with her arms wrapped securely around me, her body
pressed tightly against my back (our sweat making her stick to me
even more), and her head between my shoulders, I had to know
something. "Pansy…" I whispered, not wanting to alarm her into
moving from our position.

"Hmmm." She mumbled
obviously more unconscious than not.

"What's the name of
your cat?"

She chuckled slightly
and for a moment I thought she was laughing at me. Before I could
ask what was so funny, she answered.

" I don't have a
cat. To be honest I never liked the wretched things. Crookshanks, I
only tolerate because of you." She said quietly, her breath
rolling across my shoulders.

I smiled and she
shifted slightly, placing her arm diagonally across my chest. My
eyes began to shut but then she began to speak again.

"I do have a black
stallion, pure-breed mustang named Ryzen. He'll be five in
December." She hesitated a moment and I waited patiently for her
to continue. "Perhaps during Christmas break you could meet him,
if you'd like."

Still smiling I placed
my hand on top of hers, clutching it to my chest. "I would like
that a lot."

"Good." She
whispered before relaxing against me.

'Yeah good.' I
thought as I drifted to sleep with the comfort of her body so close
to mine and from the warmth in my heart radiated from the Dark Mark.

End

A/N: Ok there are a few
thanks in order. First I would like to thank my beta, Danielle for
going over my story with a fine toothcomb and helping me with my
errors. Next I would like to thank Alex for typing it up because if
he hadn't there's no telling when it would have been posted. And
last but not least I would like to thank my reviewers who took the
time to tell me what they thought about my stories. They really did
help speed up the process on this story. One more thing, the title
of my story is the name of the ending theme song to Chrono Crusade
the anime. It was what inspired me to write this story in the first
place. Thanks again for reading and please review and let me know
what you thought. Who knows it might prompt me to post my next fic
'Taking Over Me'.

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